Time to get back to doing what I love most: reviewing old school power scents. I've owned, worn and sampled countless powerhouse frags over the years, and Havana is one of the best. I was so happy when Aramis decided to bring this back into production a few years ago.
Are there stronger, longer lasting fragrances out there? Of course there are, but few are as shamelessly macho as Havana. In fact, I would put it in the Top Five most manly fragrances ever made. I know a lot of women wear men's fragrances, and obviously I have no problem with that, and it's none of my business anyway. But when it comes to Havana, I have to say sorry ladies, this is 100% a man's cologne, case closed. There's no androgyny in this one.
Though Havana is well constructed, it's neither refined nor particularly sophisticated. This isn't a frag you'd wear with a suit and tie to an important business meeting. No, Havana is what you'd wear to a barroom brawl. Smelling it brings to mind images of things like slamming down tequila shots, getting a lap dance, smashing a beer bottle in someone's face, or breaking a chair over some guy's head in a bar.
Havana comes roaring out of the bottle like a firestorm of tobacco, whiskey, heavy spices and lavender. Yes, its intensity does settle down to something a bit warmer and smoother over time, but its density and swagger never wanes. I think how Havana behaves depends a lot on your skin type, because I've read reviews saying that after the first five minutes, Havana becomes much less aggressive. That's not how it smells on my skin; on my skin, Havana always remains thick and assertive. This is aided by the heavy loads of moss, leather, patchouli and sandalwood in the base, which keep it swaggering. Of course Havana gets quieter over time, but it remains crude and ballsy. I
love this frag, and I should wear it a lot more often than I do.
I remember when Havana was first released in the mid-90s, a time when political-correctness was still in fashion. I remember first smelling it at Macy's and going, "Whoa, what the hell is this??". I loved the scent, but I knew the Eighties were over, and in the back of my mind I felt like I
shouldn't like it. Havana was like a kick in the balls to the social trends of its time. It made no apologies and took no prisoners. Aramis fortunately didn't screw around with the formula much, if at all, because the current version is just as muscular as I remember it. Therefore I think tracking down an old bottle of this is a waste of time and money.
Forget about refinement or classiness when you wear Havana. That is perfectly okay, because Havana smells great. Unfasten the buttons on your shirt, let your chest hair show, slick back your hair, and make no apologies.
MY RATING: 9.5/10